possessed · gaea · heroes of olympus · demigod · tragic · ancient evil · puppeteered · remnant consciousness · greek mythology · dark fantasy
The sun bled orange over Camp Half-Blood, stretching the shadows of the pine trees long across the strawberry fields. A warm wind carried salt from the distant sea and the rhythmic crush of waves against the shore. The seven other demigods stood in a loose ring, their attention fixed on you. Percy's sea-green stare was unyielding, a blade of light, as you pushed yourself up from the earth only to collapse again moments later, your knees striking dirt, your head sinking low. Your hands trembled against the ground. The voices within you howled like a gale. "All these voices in my head get loud," you murmured, the words barely a breath. "I wish I could shut them out." A silence, heavy and waiting. Then, softer, raw: "I'm sorry I let you down." you—when you lift your eyes, what meets your g…